Chapter 113

On this battle on a thunderstorm night, nearly 20 Eighth Route Army soldiers were killed, nearly 100 were injured slightly and 300 Japanese and puppet troops lost nearly half, more than 40 Japanese and puppet soldiers were destroyed, and nearly 100 were injured and killed. Recently, the remaining more than 100 puppet soldiers almost disappeared, and they became prisoners of the Eighth Route Army in a daze.

Almost everyone in the Second Battalion carried two guns and was full of ammunition, escorting the puppet army prisoners to continue chasing the large army. The instructors of each company immediately took action to educate these puppet troops on political and ideological education, and publicize our party’s policies and political exaggeration as much as possible.

Li Wei was surprised that these instructors had specialized and proficient in their political and ideological work skills. They were simply the best psychological experts. The work of red carving was very professional and thorough. Soon many puppet soldiers realized that working for the Japanese was not only embarrassing, but also had no good ending. Don’t have any fantasies about Japanese imperialism.

It was not until the sun burst out in the early morning, the sky was bright and the rain stopped. The Second Battalion, who had been running around and fighting for a night, caught up with the other battalions of the Third Regiment, and arrived at the Yangquan Coal Mine, which had been occupied by the Eighth Route Army, for a short rest.

In the garrison where the rest was arranged, almost everyone immediately collapsed. After working day and fighting last night, the people of the Second Battalion were already exhausted. They were not so tired even when they hit Jingxing coal mine last time. They almost didn't have time to drink hot porridge and climb onto the kang. Most of the soldiers looked for a place to lie down regardless of the mud, and then were captured by the Sleeping God.

Some soldiers fell to the ground as soon as they entered the yard and never got up again. They simply kept falling and started to snore.

In the courtyards that mobilized the people to clear out, there were scattered Eighth Route Army soldiers hanging on the kangs, inside and outside houses, firewood piles, stone mills, courtyards, roofs, wells, and even on the walls. Everyone was not even able to untied their backpacks, but they still held their guns, and their bodies were densely covered with snoring sounds.

The soldiers in the kitchen prepared breakfast but found that only two or three kittens came to fight breakfast. There was no longer the usual warm atmosphere of snatching. They had to put away the stall and let the soldiers wake up and return the pot to heat it up.

It was not until the sun set that the soldiers in the third regiment gradually woke up, jumping and scattering the dry mud on their bodies. What greeted them was the steaming hot porridge that had been boiling for a long time.

The offensive of the Hundred Regiments War has begun, and the Yangquan Coal Mine has been captured by the main force of the Eighth Route Army. The battlefield of Shiwan Mountain, which has been fought for a long time, is still filled with the smoke of post-war and murderous intent. Li Wei is almost still able to see from the faces of the local garrison soldiers, how tragic the battle was not long ago. The Eighth Route Army paid an unimaginable price to seize this strategic location, and can still smell bloody murderous aura from the air.

After a short rest in Yangquan, the Third Regiment gathered with the first division of the Jin-Cha-Hebei region, and participated in a large-scale gathering of 15,000 people in the second division of the Third Regiment, the 20th and 25th Regiments, the Special Service Battalion, and the Cavalry Battalion. With the cooperation of the local guerrilla columns, the First Column and the Third Column, they walked from Shanxi to the Wutai Mountain Range and extended northward to the junction of Shanxi and Hebei.

The first battle, which declared the Hundred Regiments War to enter a white-hot stage, began the battle commanded by the commander of the First Division of the Jin-Cha-Hebei War Zone.

Li Wei and other soldiers received a basic ammunition base of ten bullets per person from the Military Control Department. Of course, Li Wei still hid in his backpack with dozens of red headshot bullets. This is a special issue for emergency use. Anyway, no one can tell him about it, and others will pretend that they have not seen it if they use it.

Li Wei followed the large army northward. The nearly tens of thousands of people were marching along the way. It was so spectacular, vast and encircled the mountains like several giant dragons. The Japanese fighter jets that were not afraid of the Eighth Route Army shooting at the air only dared to fly from the side from a distance, and had no courage to fly directly above the team as before. The Japanese strongholds along the way were almost uprooted without even the power to fight back. The railway was driven by the troops, and they were all dug up.

The large army marched with such a loud voice. In addition to restraining the attention of the Japanese main force and directly deterring the Japanese defense line along the way, Li Wei knew very well that what he was about to face would be a fierce battle. And the news that the third squad leader Lei Long obtained from the company instructor was the same.

Following the marching team, Duan Cheng, a soldier in the guard company of the Third Regiment, kept going up and down in his heart. In his memory, the Eighth Route Army has always been guerrilla warfare and rarely responded directly to the main force of the Japanese. However, as the end of August, the unexpected activity of the main force of the Eighth Route Army made him tremble in his heart. If it were in the past, he would definitely be happy to see this situation. But now, his father is working hard for the Japanese and he has taken a step that he can never look back. His destiny is almost completely tied to the Japanese. The Japanese lose power means that his future is dark, and his chances of having a comfortable life in the future are even more slim.

Thinking about the delicate skin of the beauty and the delicious food that makes people mouth oily, Duan Cheng had an unreasonable evil fire, worried and afraid. The rough food of the Eighth Route Army made it impossible to bear, but he couldn't show any of his feet. Sometimes Duan Cheng was in an unbearable and terrified life, but he was a nail that was inserted into the Eighth Route Army, and no one contacted him, and even gave him no order. Sometimes he even thought he had been forgotten or even arrested.

Sometimes Duan Cheng was particularly afraid that other comrades would look at him, and his heart was always filled with silence. Even Wang Bao and several other comrades in their activities rarely participated in their activities.

In this kind of worry-prone day, Duan Cheng tried to look for people around him to be inserted into the Lu Army like him, but he was disappointed. Those who were the most likely to be similar but not similar, which made him unable to be sure.

In comparison, although Li Wei was sent to the combat company, his life was more comfortable. Because the superiors included the news about Li Wei in confidential files, other soldiers didn't know that Li Wei was originally from the arsenal and was sent to the Third Regiment. They all thought that Li Wei was just new soldiers who had just joined the army, just like those new recruits, and sometimes several comrades in the regiment headquarters also brought some things to Li Wei. The old men from the third squad and several other squads in the row all thought that there must be someone behind Li Wei to take care of him. However, compared with that era, care was only arranged to the same unit. The conditions at that time were not good, and the treatment between officials and soldiers was not obvious. Even if they were taken care of, there was no special preferential treatment. If they died on the battlefield, they would have died, and no one had anything to say.

Fan Guowen, the machine gunman, was almost the most powerful one on the battlefield. He pulled his hands and the bullets went out like flowing water. The fierce strafing was just his wish, but he had very few opportunities to perform. He was not allowed to fight in small battles at all. Sometimes when fighting, other machine gunmen had to stare at him. Heavy machine guns were considered as the enemy's focus on taking care of the target.

Rampages and machine guns and explosions were heard from time to time, and gunpowder and morning mist swept across the battlefield. The first wave of attack of the Third Regiment was launched by the Third Regiment half an hour ago. The Second Battalion where Li Wei was located was the second wave of attack force. Li Wei and other soldiers were just ready to gather together. The Fourth Battalion and the First Battalion were reserved for the third wave. The direction of this battle was the Japanese stronghold near Lingqiu, assisting the 6th, 26th Regiments and local guerrillas to siege Lingqiu.

Because the third regiment lost its troops in the previous few battles, the replenished new recruits could not recover their combat effectiveness as soon as possible. The recent battle arrangements were small-scale battles. Speaking of which, although Gu Yue of the third regiment was rigid and very radical, he had a strong desire to fight and successively grabbed a lot of combat tasks from the commander. This is right to the appetite of some veterans. He didn't even have the energy to eat without a war.

Under the command of the commander of a division commander of the Jin-Cha-Hebei War Zone, the troops, the special agent battalions and cavalry battalions, including five regiments, began to attack the team after approaching Lingqiu, pointing directly to the Laiyuan direction in Hebei Province, and mainly breaking the attacks, constantly attacking the weak points of the Japanese, firmly restraining the lifeline of the main force of the Japanese army, the Zhengtai Line Railway and surrounding strongholds, and restraining the Japanese military resource transportation.

Although he assigned combat tasks in advance and had a rough understanding of the terrain, the recruits were still filled with a little nervousness when they rushed to this battlefield full of murderous intent. Even if Li Wei had a little bit of it in his heart, maybe he had fought too much and started to have a second spring. At least Li Wei was muttering so much. According to the path and direction he had taken in the past half month, the main force would not want to fight Beijing back in one breath.

The soldiers had long lost their usual gags, and were also in the assembly queue that was preparing to attack, waiting quietly for the order issued by their superiors. With a command, these soldiers rushed to the battlefield like brave lions.

Li Wei unconsciously stroked the fighting spike sheath behind the back. The coldness from the fighting spike handle made him a little calmer, and the hand-to-hand combat would depend on it.
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